Flashback

When I worked in Sydney in 1989, a bloke climbed to the top of Transport House and committed suicide by jumping off. He hit the street about 20 yards from where I was standing. I had my back to him at the time, but I heard it.

Something today triggered the memory I'd been able to supress for 15 years, and now the sound is playing in my head like a stuck record.

Bat things.

I just picked up a bat I have the euthanase. Bugger.

On the good side, I was also handed a bat I don't have to euthanase. She is a little thin but is eating mealworms. A week or R&R for her and she'll be right.

I've created a new mealworm farm using a base made of high protein insectivore mix, bran, stale bread and old powdered milk. The old mealworm farm uses bran only as a base. I hope to raise some ExtremeMealworms full of batty goodness.

New Verb

as seen on alt.callahans, via the sillicon-shamon:

"To Timberlake:
to make a right tit of oneself in public [i.e. to indulge in crass, boorish and uncouth behaviour] for attentions sake, and then to claim it was all a mistake afterwards."

(no subject)

If you're going to buy an SUV, then do it properly and stop pretending.

Note to self

Don't hold a hungry bat in the hand that has worm guts on the fingers, or blood will be spilled